Bands on of black, pink, white
Travelling across the night
People from every state
Witness and delegate
of Earth in its silent pain
of children in chains again
Gathered in Genoa
to mourn for our whole sick world
Viva, viva, viva Carlo
Viva, viva, viva Carlo

But the 'crowned heads' of Italy
turned blind eyes to fascisti
letting them infiltrate,
agreeing to leash their hate
Carlo, our Labor's son,
took action without a gun
Now crumpled beneath a sheet
His blood flows into the street

Viva, viva, viva Carlo
Viva, viva, viva Carlo
Viva, viva, viva Carlo
Viva, viva, viva Carlo

Later the youth all slept
off shouting and tears they'd wept
Thugs crept into their lull
and woke them by cracking skulls
What of the sixty-three
savaged in Italy?
And what of the dozen more
no one's heard from?

Viva, viva, viva Carlo
Viva, viva, viva Carlo
Viva, viva, viva Carlo
Viva, viva, viva Carlo

Violence is not the way
they'll hear what we have to say
They use it to twist the truth
and split apart every group
But we hold the deeper power
It's growing with every hour
We are their economy
and we own our destiny.

Viva, viva, viva Carlo
Viva, viva, viva Carlo
Viva, viva, viva Carlo
Viva, viva, viva Carlo

Viva, viva, viva Carlo
Viva, viva, viva Carlo
Viva, viva, viva Carlo
Viva, viva, viva Carlo

Viva, viva, viva Carlo
Viva, viva, viva Carlo
Viva, viva, viva Carlo
Viva, viva, viva Carlo

© 2001, Jennifer Katharine Griffin and Sean Pearson

Written: July, 30, 2001 at La Casella, Montisi, Italy
First live performance: August 1, 2001 at La Casella, Montisi, Italy
Recorded: August 2, 2001 at Pearson Studio, New York, NY, USA